Boss Me Please

by Amy Brent

  He lifted the silver cover off the first plate.

  “As the main course, we have a magnificent filet mignon, garnished with baby carrots and garlic mashed potatoes.”

  He lifted the next cover.

  “For dessert, we have a lovely slice of strawberry cheese cake and to drink, we have coffee, tea, or…”

  He reached beneath the cart and brought out two six packs of beer. “Coors in the bottle, my personal favorite.”

  “You’re really something,” I said with a grin. I lifted my chin and let my eyes go around the plates. “It looks like you brought enough for two.”

  He mocked a look of surprise. “Did I? Oh my, the kitchen must have messed up your order. I’ll have them flogged at once.”

  “I can’t eat all of that,” I said with a shrug. I arched my eyebrows and smiled up at him. “Maybe you’d like to join me?”

  Tanner grinned and plucked the chef’s hat off his head. He tossed the chef’s hat on the cart and rubbed his hands together and smiled.

  “I was hoping you’d say that,” he growled. “I’m famished!”

  Tanner spread the food out on the little table in front of the window and we sat on opposites sides and dug in. We both ate like starving souls. The food was amazing.

  We trashed the salads.

  The filet melted in my mouth.

  The dessert literally made me moan.

  For hours, we chatted like old friends as we stuffed our bellies with food and washed it down with cold beer. Tanner talked about his life, how he started the company in his parents’ garage when he was just a teenager, how he met Henry Costas at MIT and convinced him to become his partner, how he and Henry had built the company from the ground up.

  There lots of victories, but I could sense a sadness when he talked about his personal life. He’d never been married. He had never even come close. He admitted to being a playboy, but in a moment of reflection, he said he would love to meet the right girl someday and start a family. I watched his eyes as he spoke. The douchebag I’d met the day before was no longer there.

  He had been replaced by – dare I say – a nice guy.

  Tanner leaned back with his fifth or six beer and sighed. “Yes, sir, it’s been an interesting ride.” He took a sip and flexed his eyebrows at me. “What about you, Candice Carlson, with your snappy business suits and an MBA from Harvard. Why is there no significant other in your life?”

  I held the bottle to my lips and tried to be coy. “Who said there wasn’t a significant other in my life.”

  “Facebooks says,” he shot back.

  The bottle froze at my bottom lip. “Oh, my god. You scoped me out on Facebook?”

  He huffed at me. “OMG, you scoped me out on Facebook? Of course, I did. Don’t you know, Facebook reveals all. And according to your relationship status, you are single.”

  “Why isn’t there a relationship status that says none of your fucking business?”

  “I think there is, actually,” he said with a thoughtful pout. “It’s the one right under ‘fuck off and die’.”

  I drained the bottle and he handed me another. Then I made the mistake of telling him about Scott, and how his mother had forced him to break up with me.

  “What a pussy,” he growled.

  “Oh, you have no idea,” I said, smacking my lips. “Scott took the word pussy to new heights.”

  “He set the pussy bar higher for all mankind,” Tanner said seriously. “Fucking mama’s boy.”

  “You got that right.”

  “Let me tell you something,” he said, bobbing in and out, slurring his words a little. “If you were my girl and my mom said to dump you?” He poked out his bottom lip and shook his head. “I’d say mom, no fucking way. Do you know how hard it is to find a nice girl out there!”

  I almost blew beer though my nose. I grabbed a napkin and wiped my mouth as he grinned at my reaction. I waved my hands in front of my face to fan away the tears of laughter.

  Almost in jest (almost) I asked, “So, you think I’m a nice girl?”

  Tanner licked the beer from his lips and gazed into my eyes. “I think you are a very nice girl,” he said. “Do you think I’m a nice boy?”

  “Oh no,” I said, feeling the flush of the alcohol flowing through my veins. I leaned in and batted my eyes at him. “I think you’re a bad boy, Mr. Wright. A very bad boy, indeed.”

  I drained the bottle and slammed it on the table.

  Tanner

  I gotta admit, I was a little shocked -- and more than a little turned on -- when Candice guzzled the remaining beer out of the bottle like a biker at a drinking contest and slammed it on the table.

  She ran her tongue around her lips and blinked at me. She was a little drunk. We both were. But not so drunk that we didn’t know what was about to happen.

  She burped and gave me a silly smile.

  I burped louder and gave her a bigger smile.

  I reached across the table for her. She put her hand in mine. She got out of her chair and came around to me. She straddled my legs to sit on my thighs, and put her hands on my cheeks.

  She brought her mouth to mine and stared into my eyes as her tongue darted across my lips. Then she closed her eyes and pressed her lips to mine and our tongues began to rock and roll.

  In an instant, my hands were exploring her body. She was wearing a pair of loose boxer shorts. I slid my hands into the leg holes and dug my fingers into her ass cheeks. I could feel her big tits pressing into my chest. She writhed against me as we kissed. I felt my blood beginning to boil.

  “No one can know,” she said, breathing into my ear as I nibbled the ridge of her jaw. She had her hands on the sides of my head. She pulled my head back to look at me. “Tanner, do you hear me? No one can know.”

  “I hear you,” I said, gazing into her eyes. “No one can know.”

  She stared deeply into my eyes for a moment, as if trying to determine if I was telling the truth or just saying it to get laid. Quickly satisfied, she pressed her lips to mine again and started tugging up my t-shirt. I pulled my hands from her ass and tugged the shirt over my head. She did the same.

  Her beautiful breasts bounced as the shirt came off her head. Her breasts were full and round and milky white. Her areolas and nipples were like dark strawberries on two porcelain plates.

  My hands went to her breasts and gently massaged them as my fingertips teased her nipples.

  God I loved those big, natural breasts…

  Nothing felt as good in a man’s hand as a woman’s natural tits.

  Okay, fine, I like the fake ones, too, but Candice’s were freakin’ amazing.

  My cock was hard and ready to play.

  It pushed against my jeans as she slid her ass and cunt back and forth against my thigh.

  I put my hands on her ass again and lifted her up as I got out of the chair.

  She wrapped her legs around me and I carried her to the bed.

  Candice

  “Oh, my god, Candice Carlson. What are you doing?”

  It was the little voice in my head that sounded like my mother.

  “I’m getting laid, mom,” the little voice that sounded like me replied. Wait. Of course it sounded like me. It’s my voice. Duh.

  “You can’t do that, Candice. Not with him.”

  “Yes, I can, mom. Just watch me. I mean, no mom, don’t watch, ooh, gross…

  “You’ll regret it.”

  “I know, mom. Now fuck off!”

  I could feel Tanner’s hard cock beneath me as I squirmed against his lap. My lips were locked on his. My fingers were in his hair. His hands were on my ass.

  He picked me up as I were light as a feather and carried me to the bed. He set me on the edge of the bed, then pushed my shoulders back. He eased the boxer shorts down my legs and tossed them aside. With his hands on my knees, he spread my legs and smiled when he saw how wet I was.

  That’s another side note about being a virgin for you: it’s like freakin’ H
ot Springs, Arkansas down there all the time. My pussy was so wet I could feel hot juices running down my taint and into my asshole, like a hot mountain stream.

  Tanner kept his hands on my legs as he got to his knees. My cunt was at the edge of the bed. He slid his hands slowly down my thighs.

  I held my breath in anticipation of the first hand to touch my clit that wasn’t own.

  The second Tanner’s thumbs brushed against my clit hood my entire body shook, as if I was having a spasm. But it wasn’t a spasm. It was the first shudders of an orgasm that had been building inside of me for years. It had waited patiently in my womb since puberty, like a dormant volcano waiting for the elements to demand its eruption.

  I sucked in air through my teeth and cupped my breasts together. I squeezed my nipples as Tanner’s fingers explored the folds of my pussy.

  “Beautiful,” I heard him say as he bent his head to place gentle kisses on my pussy lips. His lips found my clit and another shudder rumbled through me. My pussy was flowing as Tanner’s lips and tongues swirled around my clit and his fingers found my opening. I felt him slide in one finger, then two. His hand was lubricated by my juices. His fingers slid in easily. There was a little pain, but I tried to ignore it.

  Nothing was going to stop me from having Tanner’s cock inside me. Nothing.

  I felt the orgasm building from deep within my body. Tanner quickened the pace of his finger-fucking as he sucked on my clit like a Tic Tac (don’t you just love these drunken sex analogies?).

  “I’m… cumming…” I said, squeezing my breasts until they ached. “Oh… my… GOD…”

  I bucked my ass off the bed and pressed my pussy into Tanner’s face. He slid the fingers out of me and covered my pussy with his mouth. He sucked and licked and swallowed and moaned until I stopped thrashing on the bed and begged him to stop.

  “Beautiful,” he said again, rubbing my thighs and smiling with a face covered in my tangy sauce. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand like a man finishing a satisfied meal. He got to his feet and stared down at me as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans.

  “Let me do it,” I said, pushing myself up. I dug my fingers into the waistband and pulled the jeans and his underwear down his long legs together. His cock sprang up and bounced in my face.

  “Careful,” he said, smiling down at me. “You’ll put your eye out with that thing.”

  “Shut up,” I said with a grin. I let my eyes go down his body. I couldn’t believe how beautiful he was. His chest and shoulders were round with muscles. His nipples were hard like little pebbles. My eyes trailed down his chiseled abs and came to rest at the crop of thick brown curls and the cock that emerged from them. It was long and girthy, thickly veined with a head that mushroomed before my eyes.

  I took in a slow, deep breath and wrapped my fingers around the shaft. Tanner sighed as I started slowly pumping my hand back and forth along the shaft from base to head. I couldn’t help but stare at it. It was the first cock I’d ever seen that wasn’t in a magazine or on a computer screen. And certainly, the first cock I’d ever touched. I loved the way it felt in my hand, so hard, so warm, so long… so… addictive…

  Tanner put his hands on my shoulders as I played with his balls with one hand and milked the shaft with the other. When I lowered my lips to give the head a little kiss, his fingers dug into my shoulders and he moaned my name.

  He smiled as the head of his cock disappeared into my mouth and my tongue swirled along the underside. I was suddenly glad that I’d watched enough online porn to make most teenage boys blush. Hey, give me a break. When you’re a virgin, you have to do research so you’ll know what to do if and when the time comes. I’m not freakin’ Loretta Lynn, you know. There will be no surprises for me beneath the covers come my wedding night.

  “Oh, god, Candice,” Tanner said as I quickened the pace of my hand on his shaft and the suction of my lips. “I want you. I want to fuck you. I want to be inside of you.”

  I let his cock slide out of my mouth and he pushed me back on the bed. He climbed on top of me and kissed me again. A good, long, hard, sloppy wet kiss that made my toes tingle.

  “I have to tell you something,” I said, whispering in his ear.

  “What is it?” he asked as he took my earlobe between his teeth.

  “I’ve never done this,” I said.

  He propped up on his hands and frowned at me.

  “You’ve never done what?”

  “This,” I said, gazing into his eyes. “I’ve never had sex.”

  He blinked at me for a moment. “You haven’t?”

  “No, I haven’t.”

  “Well, why not?”

  I blew out a heavy sigh that made his hair wave. “I was saving myself.” Tears came to my eyes. “How stupid was that, huh. I’m the silly girl who saved herself for years for a guy who broke up with me because his mommy told him to.” I closed my eyes and shook my head. Now I’d done it. Talk about a mood killer.

  “I’m glad you waited,” Tanner said. I opened my eyes to see him smiling softly at me. “But are you sure you want to do this with me?”

  “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t,” I said, sniffing back the tears.

  “Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

  “No.”

  “Do you want me to make love to you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you trust me not to hurt you?”

  My eyes went around his. “Yes.”

  “Then, shhhh….”

  He pressed his lips to mine again. This time the kiss was soft and caring. His tongue slowly went around my lips, then probed inside my mouth to find my tongue waiting.

  I spread my legs and Tanner lowered himself onto me. I reached down and took his cock in my hand and guided the head to my opening. He lowered his hips until the head was just about to slip inside me. He didn’t take his eyes off mine.

  I knew every woman was different. I knew that losing my virginity required that Tanner break through my hymen. I knew there could be pain as he tore through the thin veil of tissue. But once inside, the pleasure would override the pain. At least that’s what I was counting on.

  “Slowly,” I sighed. Tanner slid the head of his cock inside me. I could feel the walls of my vagina contracting around him. He slid in a little more and I felt him hesitate. He had reached the barrier. I licked my lips, took a deep breath, and gave him a nod.

  Tanner backed out an inch, then slid inside me in one quick thrust. A moment of pain gave way to an intense feeling of pleasure.

  “Yessss,” I sighed, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Fuck me, Tanner. Fuck me hard and good.”

  Tanner

  A virgin?

  Are you fucking kidding me?

  Candice Carlson was a virgin?

  I didn’t believe it.

  I’d never met a virgin that could suck cock like that.

  Wait, I’d never met a virgin.

  Holy shit.

  How freakin’ lucky am I?

  Now, I’m not a complete asshole. When she told me she was a virgin I asked to make sure that she wanted to give her cherry to me. She said she did. Never let it be said that Tanner Wright ever disappointed a lady in distress.

  I’m also not insensitive to the inner workings of the female anatomy. Candice told me to go slow, so that’s what I did. But once the dam broke, she was like a wildcat beneath me.

  She clawed my back as I jackhammered my cock in and out of her. Holy crap… she was tight as a drum. It was as if her pussy had little fingers that squeezed and milked my cock with every thrust.

  I braced my palms on the bed beside her and watched her face as the virgin’s first real orgasm built in her body. Her beautiful big boobs bounced on her chest. She grabbed them and pushed them together and squeezed her nipples until they turned deep crimson.

  Jeez, I had the best view in the house for this one.

  I felt my balls begin to tighten as my orgasm prepared for eruption. I slid my coc
k into her as far as it would go, then back out and in again.

  “Oh… Tanner… I’m cumming… cum with…”

  She opened her eyes and smiled as she came.

  She parted her lips and beckoned to be kissed.

  My tongue probed deeply into her mouth as my cock filled her with my hot cum.

  She grabbed my ass and pulled me into her as she came.

  A few more good thrusts, another shudder or two, and I felt her go limp.

  With a happy sigh, I collapsed on the bed beside her and fell fast asleep.

  Candice

  The five days we spent in Tucson were the best five days of my life. Not because the work was fulfilling or because I impressed the heck out of everyone with my knowledge of the telecom industry and cost analysis – which I did - duh.

  The five days were amazing because they included four nights that found Tanner Wright in my bed.

  Even though we could barely keep our hands off one another, we somehow managed to keep our affair a secret.

  There was one close call when we were making out in the hotel elevator and Costas and Stan were standing there when the doors opened. Of course, by then, I was on one side of the elevator and Tanner was on the other. We did our best to pretend that we could barely stand one another.

  It was one of the hardest things I’d ever had to do. When we were in the same room (or elevator) my fingers longed to touch his skin. My lips ached for his. My lady-parts wanted to party with his man-parts. And party, we did.

  We avoided each other during the day, which wasn’t terribly difficult. I was always locked away with geeks and analysists while Tanner was wined and dined by the CEO and other executives. I got the distinct impression that if Wright Enterprises didn’t acquire Anderson Telecommunications, Anderson would not be around for very much longer.

  I spent as little time as possible with the Goldman team, mostly having working dinners in the hotel restaurant to discuss the status of the due diligence we were conducting.

  Bob, the forensic accountant hadn’t found anything out of the ordinary.